My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 1775

Bobbit could not help but begin shouting.

Maidee did not fight back. After all, it was true he had chickened out just now.

However, would that youngster have backed down if he had not admitted defeat?

The answer was no.

He knew the Eastern cultivators too well. They did not seem afraid of death in the slightest.

Just then, a five-foot-long sword shrouded in a cloud of light in five different colors landed from the sky. The sword was ten inches wide, and a pale blue light emanated from it. Its handle looked like an angel with its wings spread.

The Sacred Sword of Ice!

Dante narrowed his eyes. “Ryan, Dermott, Jaxon, which one of you would like to retrieve the sword?”

Ryan shook his head. “I prefer using my blade."

Jaxon brought his palms together. “May the Light guide us all. I have no use for swords either!”

Dermott stroked the cleaver in his arms. “I’m content with this cleaver!”

The thunder cleaver was a gift from the revered Jonah, and it would gradually become even more powerful as his cultivation capabilities improved.

Dante turned to Dallas. “What do you say, Deputy Commander Cricton?”

Dallas said, “Let’s discuss this after we’ve retrieved the sword!”

Dante clicked his heels together and teleported himself over to stand beside the light column.

The Sacred Sword of Ice had been driven into the ground. Dante wrapped his hands around the handle and easily lifted it. It had not been claimed by an owner yet.

The corner of Dante’s mouth curled upward slightly as he returned to his camp.

All the cultivators from the Western camp had ugly looks on their faces as if they had just tasted something foul.

The Sacred Sword of Ice was one of the angels’ weapons.

Now, they had to watch as a weapon that rightfully belonged to the Western camp fell into the hands of the Eastern camp.

It was a massive humiliation.

Maidee added, “Ryan is a spent force now, and that mythist cultivator is probably relying on external help because his aura isn't steady. I’m confident they won’t be able to strike the way they did just now once again. As for the last guy, he was just putting on an act!”

Bobbit gave all three of them a long look upon hearing that.

Both Ryan and that mythist cultivator had extremely weak spiritual powers and would not be able to repeat what they had just done a second time.

Then, he gave the nine-story tower another look.

If Nash were not here, he might have a chance of getting the Sacred Sword of Ice back.

After a long internal battle, Bobbit drew in a deep breath and leaped into the air. He landed in front of the members of the Eastern camp.

Dante frowned. “My friend, are you going against the competition's rules?”

Bobbit scowled. “The Sacred Sword of Ice is one of the Western camp’s treasures. I—”

Before Bobbit managed to finish his sentence, he froze.

Maidee trembled as he stared at the Chaos Tower’s seventh-floor window.